What fire he had in his looks! I hid my eyes for fear that he might read my secret thoughts! Oh! If he ever caught me… as brutal as he is… Come now, enough of that. These are but frightening dreams and nonsense. Oh, how beautiful is the mid-August sun! I feel full of life and have grown restless by a mysterious desire, but I do not know what it is that I long for. Oh, how the birds fly up with their calls! What do they ask? Where are they going? Who knows! My mother, who was a fortune teller, understood their song and she sang it to me when I was a girl.
Hoo-ee! Crying up there, freely launched into flight like arrows, are the birds. They challenge the clouds, the burning sun, and they fly on the pathways of the sky. Let them wander in the atmosphere. These creatures thirst for blue and splendor, while they follow a dream and fly among golden clouds! Let the wind blow and the storm howl as it may because with their wings spread, they’re not afraid of anything: the rain, the lightning, nothing ever stops them! They fly off to an unknown land, which perhaps, they have seen in a dream, but seek in vain. These bohemians of the sky are driven by a secret power and they fly!